"Keep moving," I whispered, my voice barely carrying over the grinding sound of the secret stone door closing behind us.
The heavy slab clicked shut with a dull thud, sealing out the distant chaos of the grand assembly and plunging us into near-total darkness. I held my hunting knife tight in my right hand, my left hand hovering over the cold silver of the two Moon Relics tucked beneath my cloak.
"I know you can hear me," the hooded stranger said from a few paces ahead in the shadow-drenched corridor. "Put the knife away, Seraphine. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have led you away from Vane's guards."
"You took the third relic," I said, my boots clicking softly against the damp stone floor as I narrowed the distance between us. "You had no right to touch it."
"Right?" The stranger
